Transmigrated into a reversed world

After some minutes passed he wrapped the sword with fur, and placed it beside his bed, ''what do you want to know?'' he looked at the almost dozing cyra.

Cyra sat up quickly, her eyes clear and bright. ''Everything!'' she shouted in response, Zane looked at her calmly without rushing, obviously having her time and he had thought about it; she needed to know about this land and not go out blind or she wouldn't know how she died. Time to give her the does and don't about this place.

''ok.'' he made himself comfortable, Cyra seeing him like this felt happy and relieved but she was in for a rude awakening.

''scittics, licks, black scrips; poisonous. wave every five days. northern oasis off limit and black scrips are extremely dangerous.'' he closed his mouth, done with the explanation.

Cyra blinked, waiting for him to continue. seeing him not talking she blinked her mouth dry and asked slowly, her voice shaking with disbelief ''Are ...you done? seeing him nod his head, Cyra's mind snapped, and she screamed

''You got to be freaking kidding me!!!'' she almost strangled him, but Zane moved back when he saw her strange expression. His face dumb wondering what happened, he explained it clearly to her.

''ahaaa!!! why did you give me hope...ahaa I want to end you.'' Cyra shouted, her face filled with pain and disbelief, she curled up on the floor, her back to him, her mind plotting different methods of death for Zane. Maybe she will bury him in the sand, drown him in the water, or strip him naked and place him under the sun to roast.

Zane blinked and looked at her innocently, he shrugged and walked out of the tent to check the furs. Cyra slept off in anger.

When she woke up, she looked around in a daze, she rubbed her eyes wandering when she slept off. She saw the empty tent and no sight of Zane, so she stood up to look for him.

Walking out, she saw a new tent erected, she blinked, rubbing her eyes, thinking she was hallucinating from the hot sun, how long as she been asleep? who built these? She looked around looking for Zane's shadow.

Not seeing him, she walked tentatively to the tent, she peaked trying to find out who their new neighbor was.

She craned her neck, ''What are you doing?'' she was startled, "God!" she patted her chest and looked up guiltily at Zane, clearing her throat she smiled awkwardly. ''why don't you make a sound when you walk?'' she said in anger trying to cover up her embarrassment.

Zane looked at her weirdly, ''This is your tent. move in'' tone tone flat.

Cyra was stunned, she pointed at herself and the tent,

"What it's for me!'' she shouted in surprise, seeing him nod, a big smile broke on her face, she rushed to hug him but he moved out of her reach. Nobody has ever done anything genuinely for her before.

''Thank you.'' she ran into the tent, looking around, she felt her tent looked beautiful but it was obviously a normal fur-built tent. She liked it very much.

She walked out, feeling happy, she felt Zane was handsome at that moment. She has forgiven him for the bogus explanation previously.

''Ha, I almost forgot. Where did you get your clothes?'' she asked curiously.

''It's from the west oasis.'' Zane looked at her happy face and said tentatively, hoping she wouldn't start screaming at him, his ears almost blocked.

'' So how many oases are there?'' she asked looking confused, seeking info, Zane saw her confusion and calmly explained it to her. This time he said more words.

"East, North, West and South. We are in the east right now and the west is a forest of the licks. The clothes are gotten from their bodies, but they are hard and dangerous to kill." Cyra felt a bad taste in her mouth when she heard that, she almost thought against it. But the horrors of wearing furs made her determined to get clothes for herself.

"Take me there." Her voice came out confidently. She will die for her silky skin.